Priorities, priorities. I am fine. I am sitting in my car in the carport across from my apartment building. The roof caught on fire for reasons that are yet to be determined. The fire department got here with four firetrucks, and seems to have contained the fire.

Someone told me that the firemen had to break down my door to get into my apartment, but if that’s the only damage to my apartment, I will count myself — once again — as a very lucky guy.

P.S. The fire trucks just left, and I do indeed count myself as a very lucky guy. So I think things worked out as well as they could have.